Entangled Forever

CHAPTER 8

Kelvin's POV

I was almost running to the dungeon, I can't wait to meet the culprit. He has many questions to answer and I can't wait to get the answers from him or her.

I took a deep breath once I stepped into the underground building, it's been long I visited here. The stagnant rust scent of the place filled my nostrils making me to squeeze my nose.

This is where I bring and torture people who deserved it on some occasions. The business world is so wild and dangerous that you have to become a beast too to survive there, I built this dungeon some years ago when I was still in my teen while I was building my house. I had seen my father's so you can say that I just implemented what I had been learning from my father throughout my childhood years.

The building is dimly lighted and made of mostly irons thus why the rust scent it gives though unlike an average dungeon it is always cleaned once a month or immediately after a torture section. I'm a clean freak and so I can't stand knowing that any part of my house is not being cleaned even if I don't go there frequently.

It's is well buried perfectly well that no one can eve assume that anything was there, it was built in such a way that it can't be located because internet connections don't even work there. I have to cover my business well, not like anybody is coming after me but I just love privacy in all my things.

" Welcome boss." my boys greats simultaneously as I arrived at the torture room.

I was not in the mood to reply nor acknowledge their greetings, my eyes were fixed on the brutally beaten male tied to a pole. What a sorry of somebody's son, I recognize him. He is one of Larry's top attendants at his bar, I wonder how much they offered him to be foolish enough to put his life in danger. He should have known that I'm not a man to mess with from the onset.

I slowly approached him and even though I didn't want to stain my hands in his bloodied face the anger boiling inside me drove my hand across his face giving him a resounding slap. His screams filled the hallway disturbing my head, adding to my headache and annoying me the more. This time I lost it, I grabbed his neck making him choke on his screams.

" Please spare me, I'm sorry!" he cried coughing violently when I fred his neck. He was already coughing out blood when he hasn't even been tortured much.

I crunched to his level coming to an eye level with him. He tries moving away from me.

" Listen here mute, as you can see I'm not entirely interested in touching you so we are going to quickly take care of this and then I won't have to touch you again. It would be a win win, what do you think?" I offered and I was serious, I won't touch him again if he cooperates and tell me what I want to hear I will indeed let him go.

He nodded voraciously.

" okay, " it's a good thing that he is sensible.

" why did you do it? " I asked fixing him down with my cold glare, he shivers under them.

" Nothing. I was only paid to do it and I did it because of the money I was offered, I have no ulterior motive."

I knew he was saying the truth because I have no personal relationship with him to do that for any reason except for the money offers. But that was not the whole details I wanted to hear, I gave him another heavy slap that had him rolled to the side and only held by the ropes bounding him. His screams filled the hall causing me to sigh, he is so loud!

" That was not what I wanted to hear. Who asked you to do it? " I asked.

He hesitated for a while and that annoyed me the more, I was about to give him another face hit when he held his hands up in surrender pleading.

" Please I will tell you! It's Deborah. She asked me to put the substance in the wine and bring it to your side so that she can hand it over to you. I don't even know what it was but she offered me a large amount of money, my mother was sick and my sister's college fee was due. I needed to pay some bills." he hurriedly narrated in one breath.

I was shocked to the marrow by this revelation, just now it clicked in my mind that Deborah handed me the drink. I mean, I won't suspect her of anything on a normal day but it was weird that I ended up getting the drugged one just like as it was made for me.

"Are you sure of what you just said?" I asked and he nodded vigorously.

" She told me the positions to put the wines so she knew the one I spiked. I can swear on my sick mother, I'm telling the truth. Please believe me." he pleaded sobbing.

He is somehow making sense, the culprit wouldn't have been so clumsy to put the drugged wine with another because it has a high chance of mixing and confusing him after all, all the glasses where same.

I stumbled back trying to catch my breath, Deborah is only 17, why would she want to drug my drink? She is like my sister and young, what could be her motive for doing that? I can't believe this. I was expecting it to be one of those spoiled rich brats who would do anything to get into my bed, the last person I hoped to hear her name here was Deborah.

I looked at the beaten male searching his eyes to know if I should believe him or not. I turned around and left the hall, his anguished voice resounding through the whole place. This time it was Larry choking him.

" Don't I pay you enough? Even if the bills piled up shouldn't you have met me for help? why would you do that even when you don't know what the substance is?" Larry's voice could be heard as he hit the male repeatedly. He must have been so ashamed and hurt because the culprit was actually one of his top staffs, the ones he trust the most.

I rushed through the dungeon gate and made for the packing lot, I need to see Deborah and hear directly from her why she would do that.

Larry rushed after me as I opened the car.

" Where are you going to? "

" To Mr Jackson's house, I need to hear from Deborah directly."

" Do you think that is the best thing to do now?"

" Larry please, I'm going there now and nothing you say would make me stop."

" I will drive you." Larry offered finally giving up. I handed the keys to him and climbed in the passenger seat while him the driver's seat. We zoomed off and before long we have arrived at the Jacksons, their estate is just few minutes away from ours.

I was greeted by the securities which I didn't even bother to reply, I was literally rushing. Inside the house. I met Mr and Mrs Jackson eating some sliced fruits in the sitting room while watching a program in the television. They were surprised to see me, I'm not a regular visitor despite us being family friends. I can count how many times I have visited here which were mostly for business purposes.

I greeted her and before they could reply the pleasantries I asked for Deborah. It was at this point that they probably confirmed that something was wrong, Mrs Jackson started panicking.

" Kelvin, what is going on? Did she do anything to you?" Mr Jackson asked. I was in no mood to answer any questions, I was already getting impatient and wanted to go into their rooms to search for her but just then she appears from the stairs coming down to the living room.

She paused and wanted to withdraw but it was already too late, I fixed her down with a stare as I slowly approached her. Mrs Jackson was on heels probably worried that I would strangle her child.

" Deborah, I believe you already know what I want to hear so start talking." I ordered through clenched teeth, just seeing her innocent face made me feel betrayed. How could she?!

She froze.

" Kelvin please talk to us, what did she do?" Mrs Deborah pleaded, concern lacing her voice.

" Deborah don't make me repeat myself!" I shouted and shuddered with my voice, she was shaking by this time but still she kept her mouth shut not saying anything.

It was certain that she wasn't going to say anything which just gave me the clues I need. She was instructed to do this too and the real culprit is the woman standing beside me now, her mother. I should have known, Deborah was too young to think that through. What a mother, using her own child as a bait. A teen girl for that matter, I felt nothing but pure disgust looking at the her.

I turned to Mr Jackson, I'm not even sure if he is exempted in this plan.

" Mr Jackson I think your household is felling miserably in training this child. She had my drink drugged yesterday with aphrodisiac and I came here to hear from her what her aim was for doing that. I'm leaving but get hold of your daughter, the next time something of this sort happens again both of us will not like the outcome. " he wanted to apologize but I wasn't in the mood to hear any of it. I left, Larry behind me.

The Jackson's are among the few richest lineage in the states after my family, they had it all so I don't know why they would want more so desperately. It's not a new thing how many business ancestors send their daughters after me haunting for connections and collaboration but at least I didn't expect even those I live with to join the rush. Who knows maybe they had always had this in mind all these years of friendship.